I won't eat his salt and steal too. I'll
loot openly or not at all.
She. I never meant anything else.
He. Then, why in the world do you pretend not to be willing to
come?
She. It's not pretence, Guy. I am afraid.
He. Please explain.
She. It can't last, Guy. It can't last. You'll get angry, and then you'll
swear, and then you'll get jealous, and then you'll mistrust me you
do now and you yourself will be the best reason for doubting. And
I what shall I do? I shall be no better than Mrs. Buzgago found out
no better than any one. And you'll know that. Oh, Guy, can't you
see?
He I see that you are desperately unreasonable, little woman.
She. There! The moment I begin to object, you get angry. What
will you do when I am only your property stolen property? It can't
be, Guy. It can't be! I thought it could, but it can't. You'll get tired
of me.
He I tell you I shall not. Won't anything make you understand that?
She. There, can't you see? If you speak to me like that now, you'll
call me horrible names later, if I don't do everything as you like.
And if you were cruel to me, Guy, where should I go? where
should I go? I can't trust you. Oh! I can't trust you!
He. I suppose I ought to say that I can trust you. I've ample reason.
She. Please don't, dear. It hurts as much as if you hit me.
He. It isn't exactly pleasant for me.
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